Fields of Midnight

I'm getting lost in myself. I don't want to find the path I was once walking. Let me walk upon the unbroken path of new. Its undisturbed and innocent. The vines sprawl on my shoulders and kiss my feet as I pass. The leaves caress my neck as I gaze upon the stars. The grass lets me rest, and it holds my soul as it breathes. Let me rest in the dark field of possibility. I feel its power, and it gives me strength. It gives me hope.